Here the troubled peace may find; Health this fountain will restore; He that drinks shall thirst no more. 8 He that drinks shall live forever; "Tis a soul-reviving flood: God is faithful-God will never Break his covenant writ in blood; Signed, when our Redeemer died, Sealed, when he was glorified. S. M. 154 The Sinner invited and threatened. 2 Call, while he may be found, Oh seek him while he's near; 8 If thou wilt seek his face, 4 But if thou leave thy God, Nor choose the path to heaven; SINNER! rouse thee from thy sleep, 2 Wake from sleep-arise from deathSee the bright and living path: Watchful tread that path-be wise, Leave thy folly-seek the skies. 3 Leave thy folly-cease from crime, From this hour redeem thy time; Life secure, without delay, Evil is thy mortal day. 4 Oh! then, rouse thee from thy sleep, Wake! and o'er thy folly weep; Jesus calls from death and night, Jesus waits to shed his light. 156 78. Danger of Delay. HASTE, O sinner-now be wise; Haste and mercy now implore; 3 Haste, O sinner-now return; 4 Haste, O sinner-now be blest, 157 C. M. The Gospel Trumpet. LET every mortal ear attend, The trumpet of the gospel sounds, 2 Ho! all ye hungry, starving souls, And vainly strive with earthly toys 3 Eternal wisdom has prepared And bids your longing appetites Ho! ye that pant for living streams, 5 Rivers of love and mercy here Like floods of milk and wine. 6 The happy gates of gospel grace YE trembling captives, hear!- 2 "Tis not the trump of war, Nor Sinai's awful roar: Salvation's news it spreads afar, The saving news shall spread; The Gospel Trumpet. HARK, hark! the gospel trumpet sounds, 2 Come, sinners, hear the joyful news, 3 Ye saints in glory, strike the lyre; 160 L. M. Christ's Invitation to Sinners. "COME hither, all ye weary souls, Ye heavy-laden sinners, come; I'll give you rest from all your toils, And raise you to my heavenly home. 2 They shall find rest, who learn of me; I'm of a meek and lowly mind; But passion rages like the sea, And pride is restless as the wind. 3 Blest is the man, whose shoulders take My yoke, and bear it with delight; My yoke is easy to the neck, My grace shall make the burden light." 4 Jesus, we come at thy command; With faith, and hope, and humble zeal, Resign our spirits to thy hand, 161 To mould and guide us at thy will. 7s. FROM the cross uplifted high, 2 Sprinkled now with blood the throne, Justice owns the ransom paid-- 3 Spread for thee, the festal board |